Duanmu Yun suddenly remembered something, and while muttering "Mom, the baby is here! Mom..." he ran towards Mrs. Duanmu's room.

However, the moment he stepped into the room, his tears could no longer be controlled. He saw Mrs. Duanmu lying beside the bed with blood from the corner of her mouth, holding unfinished shoes in her hand, and there was blood on the snow-white shoes.

Like plum blossoms in full bloom. Duanmu Yun slowly walked to the bed, knelt down, and hugged Mrs. Duanmu's cold body.

"Mom, the baby is here, the baby is here..." The voice was trembling, but very small. When I was a child, after putting him to sleep every night, my mother would always sit by the bed and make shoes for him with her own hands.

Smiling, every stitch is his mother's deep love for him.

When he grew up, his mother still made shoes for him with her own hands. However, in order to escape the pressure from his father, he traveled around all day and rarely came home. When he finally came back and had the chance to give him the shoes, he always said

"Just let the servants do these things," and my mother just smiled and always said, "It's okay, Mom is willing to do it for you. The shoes made by Mom will be more comfortable for you..."

It was not until today that his mother could no longer make shoes for him that he understood her love for him, but it was already too late.

"Duanmu..." Liu Zhili stood at the door, looking at his heartbroken look and feeling very sad. Although she wanted to comfort him, she knew that only she knew the pain of losing a loved one, and it was useless for others to persuade her.

It reached my mouth and swallowed again.

As if Duanmu Yun didn't hear anything, he picked up Mrs. Duanmu and walked towards the back mountain step by step. Liu Zhili followed him without saying anything.

Behind Duanmu Villa is a peach orchard, which is a place where his mother often goes. When he was a child, the peach blossoms were in full bloom in spring, and his mother often took him to the peach garden to enjoy the flowers. At that time, the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains were blooming extremely brilliantly, and the pink petals scattered in the wind and fell on his mother.

In her hair, Duanmu Yun felt that her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world at that time.

Today, the peach blossoms are still brilliant, but the people who admire them are no longer there. Duanmu Yun decided to bury his mother here, and she would not be lonely with the peach blossoms by her side. Duanmu Yun knelt on the ground and began to dig the soil bit by bit with his hands. After a while, the originally slender

The delicate hands were covered with soil and became bloody.

Liu Zhili felt extremely distressed when she saw him torturing her like this. He couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up to grab Duanmu Yun's hand, "Duanmu, that's enough, don't do this!"

"Go away!" Duan Muyun pushed her away with a palm, his tone unprecedentedly cold. Liu Zhili was unprepared and immediately fell to the ground and vomited blood.

"Xiao Zhili, I'm sorry! Are you okay?!" Duanmu Yun saw that she was injured and ran over to hug her. Why does he always let the people he loves get hurt? He is so useless! Duanmu Yun slapped her one after another desperately.

Hitting his chest, "I'm so useless! I'm so useless!" Liu Zhili quickly grabbed his hand and shouted at him, "Duanmu Yun, what kind of man are you! You will die after receiving such a little blow.

Damn it, if your mother sees you like this, how can you leave with peace of mind?!"

Sure enough, Duanmu Yun listened to her words, stopped what he was doing, looked at Mrs. Duanmu Yun holding shoes in her arms, and suddenly started crying like a child. Liu Zhili hugged him and patted him gently.
Chapter completed!